I have a tendency towards nicknames.
I probably have 10 I semi-regularly use for the husband--we won't get into those right now, but I assure you that he hates half of them.
Growing up, I had several for my mother too. I find myself thinking about a couple quite a bit:
Dear Maternal Unit
Oh Great Vaginal One (as in, the one whose vagina I sprang from)
Obviously my mother had a great tolerance of (and even humor about) my persistent quirkiness. They were said with respect; I was never being a little bitch about it. They were just a little androidy.
I hope that when my kid starts flirting with the intersection of identity, science, and language, I will be just as awesome as my mom was.
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